Bear Their Secret: Wylde Den Three (Alaskan Den Men Book 12) Page 7

  “I love the way your heart beat quickens under my touch.”

  Lorne always pushed her boundaries where Kohl loved giving her everything she wanted. When she wanted. The stark difference between her two lovers made her head spin. She broke out in a sweat every time she thought about what they did to her body on a regular basis.

  Her stomach clenched as he splayed his hand across her abdomen, holding her steady, working lower until he slid a finger over the bundle of nerves hidden away there, while he slid two fingers from behind into her tight channel.

  She moaned around Kohl’s cock. His fingers holding her head steady.

  “I think our girl is ready to take both of us, Kohl.”

  Lorne’s wet fingers caressed her back entrance.

  Her pussy clenched around his fingers and everything in her screamed for her to move, to come, to do something to make the pressure ease, but he knew her and as he pushed forward his finger slipped into her ass.

  “So fucking tight, baby.”

  Tingles worked up her chest and for a second she slowed. As if fairies dusted them with their magic, ribbons of every color in the rainbow swirled and kitted around them until she had to close her eyes for fear of losing her balance.

  “Shhh, baby, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Kohl crooned.

  The only thing she feared was herself right now. If either of them wanted to claim her, she wouldn’t move to stop them. She talked with their brother’s mates, Aurora, Pepper, and Momma Wylde didn’t believe in holding back on the details of what being a mate to a werebear meant.

  Anchoring her to him, Lorne parted her farther, her body ready for him. He thrusted forward as she lowered herself onto him. Shocks of electricity burst to life when he fully seated himself within her channel. Cherry expelled a long breath and let her body accept his thickness as he sank his finger deeper. Kohl gathered her hair and waited, slowly working the head of his cock over her lips. God, these men were her nectar, her drug. She’d gladly overdose on their taste, their scent, everything about them. She couldn’t get them out of her system if she tried—everything else was a lie.

  The warmth of the sun broke through the branches as a summer breeze teased the leaves aside. Another month and they would turn with the rush of autumn but for now, she simply enjoyed.

  Warmth brushed over her shoulders to pour down the length of her back as Lorne leaned away from her, exposing the globes of her ass to the strokes of sunshine.

  He roared long and low and she watched over her shoulder as his lips peeled back from his teeth. She told herself the loud rushing of blood in her ears was from the excitement. But she knew better. She feared yet craved the feel of those teeth along her flesh and her body’s reaction refused to bury the lie.

  He pulled out until the tip of his cock teased her entrance, but her body tightened and refused to release him from her hold.

  “When we take you here, baby, you’ll fully belong to us. Every inch of your body will be ours.”

  “Forever,” Kohl added.

  Lorne pulled her hair to the side as he glided to his knees, taking her to all hours.

  “But not today.” He rimmed her back entrance with the tip of his cock and applied the slightest of pressures. Enough to tease her with the fantasy she had always craved in secret. Their two months together neither Kohl nor Lorne had wanted to push her. She guessed it was her own fault for not telling them what she wanted.

  She moaned, letting her head fall forward, her hair falling to cover her face.

  “Not until you can fully accept us as your mates.” He slipped the thick head between her seam to gather more juice. “You’ll fully belong to us, Cherry. All of you.”

  “Until then,” Kohl said, kneeling in front of her taking her face between his palms, “We’ll show you how taking us both will change you forever.”

  Did he mean that? How could she possibly change any more? They already ripped out her soul and held it from her, a prisoner of their shared passion. Willing or not. Today she’d learned two things. Her pleasure no longer belonged to her and secondly, she wanted to hand over the reins.

  Which scared her.

  She never lost control. Never had the desire to have someone else come in and care for her. But with them. She could not think of anything she wanted more.

  Kohl moved to his back and pulled her over his large body until she straddled his waist. With his palms on either side of her hips, he lifted her and she glided his length to her entrance.

  Slick and desperate to feel the euphoria of his thickness, Cherry sank down until he filled all of her. He stretched her, caressed her channel differently than Lorne.

  She quivered from head to toe, delighting in the power filling her.

  Cherry’s head fell back into Lorne’s waiting shoulder, mouth open with gasps. He claimed her moans, drank from her lips until she couldn’t breathe.

  He held her hips firmly, rocked her forward and pulled her back as she took her pleasure from Kohl.

  Lorne pressed a hand to her back, and her heart sped up as he dipped his thumbs to part her buttocks. “Lean forward, baby, that's it. All the way.” Lorne pressed a hand on her back until she lay with her breasts pressed into Kohl’s chest, completely baring all of herself to his sight and touch.

  “Beautiful.” He groaned as if the sight of her pained him in some way.

  Kohl pulled out and Lorne immediately took his place. She closed her eyes and let herself feel every solid inch of his thickness as he filled her. Her nails dug into flesh and her back arched while he pounded into her, rocking her hard enough to cause her beaded nipple to brush against Kohl’s chest. He reached between them, framed her breasts and suckled hard. Behind her, Lorne slowed to a stop.

  Her brain ceased to function and her body took over. She faintly heard him say something but just nodded.

  She felt the pinch first and the burn of the pressure as they stretched the walls of her vagina. The pressure. It tore at her with a delicious, torturous pain she never thought possible. That’s what they’d meant by taking her at once. She thought anal.

  She splayed her hands over Kohl’s broad chest and his heartbeat hammered against her palms.

  “Breathe, baby. If it’s too much, tell us and we’ll stop.”

  She nodded to Kohl’s words. “No,” she gasped. “No.” She pressed back. Slowly. Wanting them to fill her, stretch her. Claim her.

  A sheen of sweat broke out over her body and her breathing became ragged. Lorne gripped her hips when she tried to move.

  “Slow. Let us.” His voice was strained, controlled.

  Kohl, held her to him, her forehead against his. “Take us, baby. All of us.”

  She couldn’t.

  They slid deeper. Stretching her beyond her limits. Beyond anything she thought possible. “More,” she demanded.

  “Sweet. So damn sweet,” Kohl murmured.

  Lorne and Kohl pressed further, parting her seam, demanding her body respond to their touch.

  It did.

  Warm liquid slipped from her core and eased their entrance.

  Fully seated, they paused and pressed kisses to her overheated skin.

  “You did it, baby.”

  “Are you okay?”

  She nodded, her body trembling from her knees up. Kohl pulled her down to his mouth, his fingers working the lengths of her hair around his hand. His tongue delved deeper, tasting her, caressing the soft pad of her tongue before he pulled back. “Now we fuck you until you come for us. Over and over.”

  “Yes,” she begged.

  She reached between them and tweaked her nipples with a hard tug that sent a jolt of fire to her core. Her pussy clenched and she rocked forward.

  So close. She wanted to come. Needed to come. She moved faster.

  “No. You will not come. Not yet.” Lorne clamped down on her hips with a firm hold.

  Lorne always liked control. His demand caused her finger to fall to Kohl’s chest, tearing harsh pants from her
. “I can’t hold on. Can’t,” she argued.

  “You will, baby. For us.”

  They pulled out and drove home, rocking her harder this time.

  Her mouth fell open, her nails sharp like talons in Kohl’s chest. She lashed out.

  “That’s it. Show us how good it feels.”

  Kohl’s hand slipped between her folds, found the taut nub of nerves there and worked the flesh with steady strokes.

  Her hips fell into the rhythm. She arched into their arms.

  Kohl raised his head and claimed one nipple with his mouth then the other.

  She rode the thin line between the most unbearable pain and the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt. The bite of erotic pain set off a kaleidoscope of colors beneath her lashes as her lids slid closed.

  She relaxed her body against Kohl’s chest and let them take over. Lorne leaned over her, and she loved the heat that fused them together. It cocooned them, made her feel safe.

  Their bodies moved in rhythm, and she absorbed their pleasure as they took hers. Her pussy clenched and this time there was no stopping it.

  Their bodies grew rigid and their grips tightened.

  They thrust deeper, working her body to their needs and taking her beyond a simple orgasm. Wildfire tore through her, ripped through her veins, and replaced every cell in her body with heat. She threw her head back and moaned long and low as Lorne joined her release. Ribbons of semen coated her channel and she felt every single one as he sought his pleasure. He pulled out and her body mourned the loss of him immediately. Kohl brought his knees up behind her and sank his length into her, rocking her hard.

  “Come for me, baby. One more time. Give me your juices.”

  Every breath she took he tore from her. Thrusting, demanding everything she had. His tight grip on her hip held her place as he picked up speed. Her chest tightened until steel bands wrapped around her core and fed into her pussy. Her arms gave and Lorne was right there to pull her back. “Give him what he wants, baby.”

  “Yes,” she screamed. Her nipples ached and each of them pinched the tips, knowing she needed that last bit to send her over the edge.

  Kohl roared his release and her core tightened around his shaft, milking him. Taking what she needed from him as much as he did from her.

  “Damn it, woman, what do you do to me?”

  She panted, unable to answer but she wanted to ask the same even if she feared the answer.

  She reached out and gathered each of their hands, safe in their embrace. She wanted to stay here forever, protected from the outside world. Here where her werebears would care for her and love her.

  “I love you.” She fell to Kohl’s chest, unable to sit up on her own anymore. “I love you both and that is what scares me. I should have told you sooner.” Her body throbbed with a dull ache of pleasure so profound she didn’t think anything would ever come close to it again.

  Kohl opened his mouth to speak when a loud boom reverberated through the woods and sent a blast of wind through the branches. Leaves fluttered to the ground. Flocks of sharp-tailed grouse scattered and the surroundings quieted. Eerily so.

  Lorne stood and inhaled deeply. Looking at Kohl, he confirmed what they all saw coating the sky. “Smoke,” they said in unison.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  She pushed Kohl to the side and stood from their makeshift love nest. Columns of black soot were a stain across the wide expanse of blue sky. It climbed higher, spreading. “That’s not right. There’s something different about that smoke.” She was no firefighter, but smoke was grayish in color, but there was a darkness about this smoke and the way it choked the air.

  “Yes.” Lorne tossed shorts, shoes and her top on the blanket. “Get dressed as fast as you can, sweetheart.”

  She knew fear when she saw it and the strained look they shared spoke volumes.

  She hiked her shorts on and then her shoes, her panties a tattered mess on the blanket. “What am I missing?”

  “Move fast, move low, and stay between us.”

  “You know, that’s what Pepper said you guys do. The Wylde clan. You command and expect everyone to follow.” Fingers of sunshine brushed through the branches and caught in the amber of their eyes. She understood they needed to move fast, but she also needed to know what they were dealing with. If she gave in now these two headstrong alphas would mow her over every time they wanted something. She either put up with that or took a stance.

  “Either tell me or this isn’t going to work.” She dug her heels in and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not stupid, so don’t take me for a fool.”

  “Never, but can we talk on the way?”

  They made a quick beeline for the truck and made double time, not bothering to collect any of their picnic, blanket... nothing.

  “You already know about the ice bears. Reaper must have made his move against the Elder.”

  “You mean Reaper is coming after you? Now?”

  She jumped in the truck with them hot on her heels and they peeled out, leaving behind the quiet sanctuary.

  “I highly doubt it.” Kohl threw an arm out when Lorne took a dip in the road a little too fast.

  “You remember what Everett and Pepper said, Kohl. We heard it too. Reaper is looking for allies, not enemies.”

  “How the hell can you be so sure? Could you really trust a killer?”

  “Ice bears don’t take to warmer climates so it wouldn’t be him after our territory.”

  She laughed. Two and a half months out of the year she managed not to freeze. Could be her Texan blood that didn’t take too well to the cold, but this? Warmer? Only to an ice bear! During the summertime, sure, but wait a couple of weeks more and that would change. Orange and red already dotted the trees here and there. It wouldn’t be long before snow covered everything. “How much land are we talking for the Wylde Lands?”

  “At least a ten thousand acres.”

  “His den? The ones that sided with the old Elder? Would they be after your land?”

  “That’s our guess.”

  She didn’t get it. “Everett said with Brax gone now that the old Elder would make his move, right?”

  “Right,” Lorne confirmed. “What are you getting at?”

  “This is his move.”

  “And you think the Elder and his motley crew of ice bears defeated Reaper and now moving on what Brax couldn’t do? Take the Wylde land for their Elder?”

  She shrugged. “That or they are running and guess where they are running to?”

  Lorne gritted his jaw so hard she heard something crack, but he didn’t answer as he took a switchback, kicking up a stream of dust. Gravel pelted the undercarriage like rapid firing BB guns.

  “If they take your land, does that give them power over your den or what?” All her time here they never discussed the politics of their den. Did land serve as a power status for shifters?

  “We protect all those within our lands. We’re not the only shifters on the Wylde territory. Anyone we grant access to our land comes here for either sanctuary from humans or for the safety we can provide from other shifters.”

  Lorne’s bright eyes examined her. “Blackthorne land too. If this land falls, my father’s is next. If that happens and the ice bears take the land, those under our protection would die. The fucking silverbacks would see to it. At least the old man would. Reaper? We’ll have to see. Don’t trust what I don’t know.”

  She felt the same.

  Lorne made a sound of utter disgust. “He’s a fucking nasty piece of work.”

  That much she knew. Just by what Everett told them about Brax, the ice bear had been adopted by the Wylde Elder as a teenager. She still couldn’t believe how easily he betrayed the Wyldes and for what? The approval of a father that didn’t want him? She understood all too well the power someone else could hold over another. Being shunned and discarded like a piece of unwanted furniture hurt. She supposed some people couldn’t handle it. Brax was proof. She couldn’t have eit
her had it not been for her younger sister needing her. But Brax had all six of the Wylde brothers and their surviving sister to love him. Only, from the stories and after today, it was a million times obvious that he never accepted them as family. It had to be reciprocal to work.

  “I had no idea they were so brutal.” What other kind of shifters were there on their lands and why would they need protection? From humans? She stored her questions away for when they were not flying down the road at break-neck speed.

  Halfway back to the main road Lorne slammed on the brakes in a cloud of dust and Kohl threw open the passenger door, hopping out in only a pair of shorts.

  She reached for him. “Stay with Lorne,” he ordered, sending her hackles up, but she understood the curt order. But still. “I have to go check to make sure Pepper and Everett didn’t double back to the cabin. With him injured no way Pepper can defend herself.”

  “Be careful,” she hollered, as Kohl shifted and his bear tore through the field of long grass that hugged the lake separating Lorne’s cabin and her home for the better part of the last two months. Two miles of a mixture of dense woods and open fields separated the brothers and too many spots for someone to take a shot at a pissed off, raging bear.

  Rocks the size of Texas weighted her gut down. She had a bad feeling about all of this.

  “Don’t worry about him—he can take care of himself.” Lorne grabbed her palm and pressed a quick kiss to it.

  “Of that I have no doubt. When he knows what he is up against.” Fields of dry grass passed them by in a blur. The cloud of smoke reaching into the sky from between the trees where the Wylde home stood. “It will spread.”

  “I know. That’s not the half of it though.”

  Lorne popped the clutch and downshifted, taking another deep curve before hitting pavement, the smell of burned rubber barely touching them before they were off. “Grab the phone. I tossed it in here somewhere.” She dug around the seat and found it stashed under a T-shirt tossed aside earlier.